Another day, another text from me. It tells you to be waiting outside your work and to wear something sexy as I have a treat for you tonight. So there you are waiting, you’ve already got a surprise for me, your knickers are in your bag. When the car pulls up you don’t recognise it, it’s not the one I normally drive and then you see me. But I’m getting out of the passenger side. Always the gentlemen, well not always, I open the back door for you. The driver could be my brother. He’s tall like me, same fair hair and blue eyes. He turns with a smile to introduce himself.
“Hi, I’m Gav. Robs mate. I’m here for a short holiday so I looked him up. He suggested we all go out. Hope you don’t mind ”
You look at me and I grin. You know exactly what I have in mind. Still, two nice looking big guys. What’s a girl to do? The thought makes you tingle, you’ve never had two men together. It’s something you’ve thought about, teased yourself over but never seriously thought about doing and now here is a chance. We arrive at the hotel and head into the bar, seeking out a corner booth out of sight at the back. Very quickly you are in total flirt mode and with the two of us to tease you are having so much fun. In your head you have already decided that the hornier you get us both down here the harder and rougher we will be with you upstairs. And you want it hard and rough, being pinned down by me while I take you is such a turn on, how much better will it be with two pairs of hands to pin you, two strong bodies to overpower you?
Moist just thinking about it. We make polite chat through most of the first drink and you can tell Gav and I are waiting for some sort of signal, something that tells us that you are into this. Making sure we both get a good look at your cleavage you tell us to budge up to let you in between us. For a while you are happy to just tease us. Straightening your stockings, more cleavage, a pout. Being the centre of attention is turning you on. But not as much as wondering if Gav will be like me, rough and dominant. The image is fixed in your head now, two dominant men; bigger and stronger than you. Able to use you any way we want, take you any way we please, any hole we please. You place a hand on each of our thighs and working their way up. Making sure to grind you wrist over the bulges we cannot hide. Emboldened by the fact the barmaid has been no where near us you reach over and squeeze both our cocks.
We have not left you untouched; our hands have been stroking your body, playing with your hair and stroking your neck. Gav has been squeezing you breasts through your dress, your nipples are hard enough to see clearly now, my hand has slid under your dress and is seeking out your knickers. You open your bag to show me that they are in there, already off. A little present you hand in mind for me. I lean in close to whisper in your ear.
“I know what a good little slut you are. Tonight you are going to be a very good little cum slut for us both. We are going to fuck you like the whore you know you are. We are going to pound you in every hole all night and you are going to beg us to do it. Like a shameless fucking whore. Because that’s what you are, my cum whore. My slutty cum drinking whore. What are you?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ph7ahy/part_one_more_if_you_like_it